Okay, now she laughs. And her mood does lighten a bit, but only just. Since when has any day they've known each other been normal.

'Do you think I'm going to be terrible in bed? Is that what you're worried about?'

If he's going to make her do it, with her in a robe and him in nothing more than a towel, she'll get down on her knees.

'If you crack a joke about me waxing your knob while I'm down here, I will snatch your knackers off and feed them to you one at a time.'